The Library - Jason Anderson

A sign outside the baptist church reads:

Mass at 10 a.

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And apathy’s a glove in which evil will slip a hand

No, i don’t know if i would go that far

The sentiment seems unforgiving

Although, i do agree

The unexamined life is not worth living

We fill our days like books of stamps

Decorated like christmas trees

Collecting years like hockey cards

There is boredom and there is victory

But those afternoons, when you stumble on

Even the tiniest epiphany

Well, you feel so in focus

And it’s, it’s amazing

So i walk and try to look about as if for the first time

The poetry of imperfect pavement

Or a turned off arbee’s sign

This exercise in forced perspective, the tiring push and pull

As we strive for freedom and presence

Through clinging and letting go

Yes, we strive for freedom and presence

Though empty, and hollow